prayers (intersession, adoration, confession) #poem #poetry

whisper,you who know to whisperintercessions(prayers on behalf of others)songs of love and songs of sorrowfor the sailors from the depths of the tomorrowsleepy bibles rub their eyesin the Basilica of San Nicola

whisper,you who know to whisperadorations(homages to blooming flowers)on Sunday afternoon the air is moistthe tropic breathes mangoes and strawberrieswhite linen heated bodies coverssymphonies are lusting for their lovers

and thenwhen you will reach the point of the confessionstop whisperingand kneel in front of mei am your loveyour sin, and your redemptioni don’t know pasti don’t know futurei am the last verse of an unknown psalmand the forever ardorcaptured in between your palms

It’s dusk, as light fades, silence grows, I’m reading you … a line of Sam to Erin – ‘blushing reveals a lot about you – your sensitivity, your barely hidden vulnerability, your ability to show emotion – and apparently those that blush make great lovers … I may not be blushing but I’m certainly smiling as I sign off for now.’

Such a wonderful poem. Like a prayer, it seems to build to a moment of revelation. Whispers of intercession and adoration, then the glimpse of the unwritten psalm. I also love the image of Bibles rubbing their sleepy eyes. It has a fantastic/miraculous quality about it that’s just enchanting. Wonderful work, G!

David, thank you so much for your magnificent comment. Your comments brighten my day and inspire me.
“Bibles rubbing their sleepy eyes.” I thought you might like that.
Have a fabulous evening, and thank you once again!

This is so beautifully expressed especially these lines
”and then when you will reach the point of the confession stop whispering and kneel in front of me i am your love your sin, and your redemption i don’t know past i don’t know future i am the last verse of an unknown psalm and the forever ardor captured in between your palms”